Based on a sort-of prompt I found on tumblr (texts from last night), only a little more G-rated: «while I was banging her, her cell rang. She checked to see who it was, answered it, and moaned «i'm dumping you»). Seemed to suite Bellarke, if you ask me
(Feel free to be use said prompt in a more... faithful manner. ;) )
This is a two or three parter, not exactly sure yet (knowing me, probably two).
It's been sitting on my desktop for a while now, and I thought I should at least get this part out.
And finally, I don't own anything (god knows how different the show would be if I did *side-eyes JR*).
She can't pinpoint exactly when it happened, nor how, but Clarke Griffin wakes up one morning with the realization that somewhere along the way, she's fallen in love with her best friend.
She doesn't try to deny it - there aren't many things Clarke can't do, but lying to herself happens to be one of them.
She definitely isn't thrilled about it, though.
On the surface, Bellamy Blake is the kind of guy - scratch that, he's the goddamn prototype - your mom warns you about.
Her mom did, actually. She'd just laughed. The idea had been ridiculous at best, preposterous at most.
Well, congratulations, mom. She isn't laughing now.
He's a puzzle of self-depreciation and insecurities held together with brash impulsiveness and arrogance. Add a violent streak a mile wide, and you have yourself Bellamy Blake, the archetypal Bad-Boy.
But, see, she knows him - this grumpy, complicated man. She's known him and his sister, Octavia, for more than half her life now.
She knows he practically raised Octavia, single-handedly (an adult before he ever was a child), working his ass off to help her pay for college. She's been a witness more than once to his absurdly massive soft spot for kids (that violent streak of his? Doesn't stand a chance against his protective one. Cut a little girl in the queue at your own peril.)
She's got front row season tickets to his historical rants, and she has the fire in his eyes forever burnt into her memory as he berates Hannibal for his lack of strategic nous during the second Punic War (something about cold and dead elephants - she can't quite recall the exact details as his eyes caught hers at that moment and she remembers feeling like the bright flames she found there ignited something inside her. It made her breath catch a little but she pushed it aside because, well, this was Bellamy.)
Also, who the hell gets turned on by the Punic Wars? God, she has some serious issues.
That's why when Finn - sweet, funny, smart, political science major Finn- approaches her one afternoon with a charming smile and an invitation to grab a coffee, she says yes. Because he looks at her like, maybe he could want her, and she hasn't felt wanted in a long time.
(She lies. Bellamy looks at her that way sometimes, but then again, Bellamy could make a log feel like a trillion bucks. Somehow, she doesn't think that counts.)
Anyway, yeah - Finn. Coffee. Now.
Finn might be good for her, she muses as the boy in question walks through the door, scanning the diner.
She raises her hand and gives a little wave. His face splits into a grin when he spots her, and he jogs over, leaning in to deposit a peck on her cheek.
She's pretty sure those were tingles she just felt in her toes and fingers.
"Hey Clarke. Sorry I'm late," he grimaces. "Had to have a word with the TA."
Pointing at stack of renal physiology notes before her, notes she promptly starts to stuff back into her bag, she shrugs. "No harm done, kept myself busy."
"That's good then. So, pumpkin latte?" He raises an eyebrow.
She prefers good old plain lattes, but he's trying, so she smiles and nods. "Perfect."
With another one of his adorable grins, he heads towards the counter to place their order, and she settles back into her chair. So far, so good.
Finn is ... nice. He's polite. Not exactly punctual, but she'll live. Nice ass, too. (Nowhere close to Raven's, she's gotta admit, but then again, no one comes close to Raven's.)
All in all, pretty good start. She thinks he might just be the thing she needed to put Bellamy behind her.
Octavia seems to approve as well, she notes, as she spots her friend a couple of tables away, holding up a thumb in the air. Clark snorts and shakes her head.
She's glad Octavia's here, though. She'd told her about the date, and the brunette promptly decided to make sure 'Finn passes border control'.
She hasn't told Octavia about her feelings towards Bellamy. It's weird, and no way in hell is she touching that conversation with a ten-foot pole. Especially when she's made up her mind now - there wasn't going to be anything to talk about.
Yes. Bellamy is history.
(Although, that's an image she definitely should not have put in her mind).
She's feeling pretty good about herself, and what feels like the monumental decision she's taken, when a large hand lands on her shoulder and she's embarrassed to note that the tingles she'd fooled herself into believing were there when Finn kissed her were just that - make-believe.
Bellamy's breath is hot against her ear as he whispers "He'd better treat you well, Griffin", causing her heart rate to shoot up (sympathetic nervous system activation, her brain helpfully supplies), and her body misses his warmth as soon as he removes his hand and takes a step back.
And that's when she realizes she's never been more wrong.